#misplacedheroics

[corditeheart]

@misplacedheroics​ | x

“Only if anyone asks, you’re delighted, thrilled, even, with the conditions you’re working under.” 

God, this is not an event she wants to partake in, but the request has been made-- and where a contract is signed, a SeeD must go. 

In her case, it’s all three of them, and the most infuriating set of circumstances ever assigned. Esthar, Seifer Almasy supposedly kept on a short leash (as if that’s ever been possible; she may as well shoot him before the plane even takes off), Irvine Kinneas with a shotgun watching their six. 

“If we’re lucky, we’ll be back before midnight, and you can go back to skulking the halls without losing very much beauty sleep.” 

#misplacedheroics #c:

[hartofbalamb]

( @misplacedheroics​ continued from x )

  He knew that look. He’d seen it a thousand times at least throughout his life — the look of a boy, a man who damned the rules and things that should and shouldn’t be. He was a shouldn’t-be. They were a whole academy of shouldn’t-bes that somehow were, are, and would persist to be in spite of the odds. The gears were turning, he could see it in Seifer’s eyes, and that knowledge caused him to exhale a soft, exasperated sigh.

  “You’re not,” he spoke simply with a shake of his head. “We’re letting this run its course. It’s too much of a risk,” he reasoned softly, watching as the blonde shifted and shuffled his weight, eager as always for action.

  “It’ll be alright. Zell’s already interim Commander due to my injuries, and they can’t fire me from being a savior of the whole damn world,” he suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at the latter statement. He truly wished they could. “I don’t know how much Cid knows about the truth, but he knows I shouldn’t be in here. He’s doing us both a favor by letting me, so maybe if you want to help you should talk with him,” he urged gently, glancing up through dark lashes at the other. 

#misplacedheroics #v; Parabellum #«💠» m; Seifer #:💠: ship - forged in your flames (seifer)

[sunny-explosions]

misplacedheroics replied to your post: outofsunshine; I’ve been looking for new Sophia...

Seifer would take one look at that costume and start walking the other way, I’m just being honest here. :|

Because whatever it is she’s dressed up as, he doesn’t want to find out if she has a spare that comes in “Seifer Size”

“What about this one?? I can make one for you, too!”

#misplacedheroics #lollll #heaven forbid she ever has one with a detachable hood/head #because she's plunking that right on Seifer's head the second she has the chance #...assuming she can reach >:3

[shockwavepulsar]

@misplacedheroics​:  “ there are things i just can’t explain. ”

She regretted asking that damned question. The syllables soared past her lips, begging for an answer she knew he wouldn’t and couldn’t give her. It was almost as if it were instinctual, words often uttered in the aftermath. She just couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t handle not knowing the reason. Especially his reason. Why are you leaving? She reached, shifting herself up onto the pillow beneath her, for the warmth that had been there moments prior. Nerve endings adjusted to new sensations, to the way the air from the crack in her window cooled her sweat-dampened skin and riddled it with tiny bumps. "There are things I just can’t explain,” he replied, examining his shirt to determine the position of the tag inside of it before slipping it over his head and tugging the hem down. His answer left her feeling vulnerable and she considered draping her sheets over her exposed breasts to shield them from view, but it wouldn’t do her any good. He had already seen her, felt her, tasted her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Not that she particularly wanted to.

At least he had the decency to let her witness his departure instead of slipping away in the early hours. There was some respect in the gesture, an understanding of what took place without the intent to make her believe it was anything more than what they both knew it was.

“You don’t have to explain, it’s alright,” she announced confidently. 

It wasn’t a fair question to ask but the fact that he didn’t give her the answer she expected, nor the one she desired, made it much easier to see him go. Honestly, it was kind of a relief. Knowing she didn’t have to dwell on anything, to read between any lines or spend moments agonizing over what she meant to someone, was liberating. Clearly, he wanted this or needed it, otherwise it wouldn’t have happened. She needed it too. Something in her needed to have his flesh against hers. It was as simple as that. Finally, something in her life could just be simple. As he began to leave, she didn’t rise to meet him, didn’t ask him to stay, didn’t even bother trying to tame her wild hair. There was no point in formalities. They were well beyond that now. She remained in bed the way he had left her in the wake of their physical needs and only called out to him before he slipped past the door. “Seifer!” He stopped. She smiled. “Goodnight.”

#misplacedheroics #*s; {here it comes the unavoidable sun} misplacedheroics #*nsfw ; #ish #hhhhhhh I hope this is okay aaaaaa ;;

[taciturnrebel]

is both relieved and annoyed he missed the children bickering.

@polyclusion​   @sunny-explosions​  @misplacedheroics​

#i hate timezones :ccccc #dash commentary #polyclusion #sunnyexplosions #misplacedheroics

[armorofone]

Love Lyric Starters

@misplacedheroics​ said: “I just wanna look good for you.” uwu

“Well gee that sounds like such a challenge for you.” He said with blatant sarcasm, “If you looked any better I’d have to give you up to the museum for being a national treasure.”

#god they're so fucking gross #misplacedheroics

[tsurugixbuster]

*KNOCKS DOWN THIS MUFUCKING DOOR AND WALKS IN LIKE HE OWNS THE PLACE BECAUSE HE'S SEIFER FUCKING ALMASY AND HE WANTS A BROSHIP* BROSHIP?!??! BROSHIP!!!! (Hi hiya Alex ily, mwah mwah mwah)

“You looking for a rematch!?” The SOLDIER squats enthusiastically in anticipation.  

// -raises Syn up high on the mountain like Simba-

#;asks #answered #The Seifer legacy is in good hands #carry it well my friend #my days as amercilessknight are behind me #but we can carry out the brohood #misplacedheroics

[burdenofthebuster]

@misplacedheroics :  #i'm keeping this cloud #he's mine now #i'm just going to stick him in my pocket #<3

bab does not want to go in the pocket. he says “fight me”

#oh look its barely been 24 hours since making the blog and ive started up the crack #that figures #misplacedheroics #〤youll never be what is in your heart【ooc】 #〤the sky is falling and the world has gone mad【crack】

[xthelionsdenx]

@misplacedheroics​ 

Uh...this was from an ask over at my Laguna, but since I’m trying to stick to one muse only I decided to post it here.

Link to meme it’s from is here

The ask was for Seifer in G1 and Squall in B4

It would have been posted muuuuch earlier but I let it sit around for ages on the off chance I would eventually shade it. Considering it’s like two months later I’m just gonna post what I have, haha.

Also, if I remember my thoughts when I was drawing it. Seifer is simply having a really bad day and is just grumbling to himself, lol.

#misplacedheroics #my art

[griefandpunishment]

@misplacedheroics​ asked:  “What’s in it for me?”

“Can’t just do me a favour?”

There’s mirth in the question; he’d known full well that would be Seifer’s response. Squall shrugged his shoulders, a single eyebrow quirking up.

“Might be getting a new shipment of prototype combat bikes in next week, if you’re interested. I wouldn’t go asking you do to something like this for chump change, Seifer.”

#misplacedheroics #...what are you up to #v: leo dormienes corde

[ladylunafreyaoftenebrae]

Heads up for all my Discord Friends:

I got deleted and had to make a new account. I’m called Astro still, but the #is #6303. Please message me so I can add you again! I’m going to tag all the people I know I had on my list but I’m sure I might forget  some! Not intentional I assure you! ;

#n0va-c41ne #hartofbalamb #misplacedheroics #helmistress #jlavisant

[hartofbalamb]

✸ for a drabble about my muse having a sex dream about yours B))

NSFW/Intimacy Memes | status: open

  His skin was flush, sunkissed, warmth permeating every iota of his being as if he was being filled with sunlight threatening to burst him at the seams. Sand so hot as to almost feel cold beneath his feet, prickling as he curled his toes in... bedsheets so cold as to almost feel hot as he curled his fingers in... his skin flush, mouth-kissed, warmth permeating every inch of him as if he was being filled with fire, threatening to engulf him and leave him immolated beneath the god of flames himself; a most willing sacrifice.

  It was at the point of ignition that he started awake with a gasp, shrouded in darkness between sweat-slicked sheets. He should have, by all accounts, been shivering from the touch of conditioned air, but that fire still ran red hot through his veins, placed there by a phantom of the man he felt stir beside him on the mattress. 

  Squall reached out, seeking the hand that he so often found resting on Seifer’s chest, sentinel over his heart so fiercely protected even now. He plucked it up, brought it between his legs and urged barely animate fingers to grip him by the root of his desires as hungry lips plucked soft kisses from his partner’s shoulder.  He was pleased to find that grip grow firm, tongue laving against his chest unexpected, not having felt the other move, not having expected him to anticipate... but they had been together some time now, hadn’t they? Seifer knew him inside and out, how to squeeze him at just the precise moment before releasing the next as to not stifle the shockwave of sensation rippling through his loins.

  He choked on a moan as he felt a swipe of slick warmth where once a hand had been, and yet... fingers still commanded there. The unmistakable nip of teeth against a tight nipple. The feeling of fingers stretching him. Of Seifer stretching him. A tug at his hair. A lick of his earlobe. A breath, hot, like Summer sun setting him on fire, burning, burning. A faceless void where beryl eyes once held him heedlessly —

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  Squall shot upright with a harried exclamation, the thin blanket thrown from his body with a loud protest of the cot against the cold concrete of the holding room. The dim light from the hall filtered through a caged glass window in the door, just enough to remind him how perfectly alone he was, and yet, not for the first time,  he sat with the uncanny feeling that he wasn’t. 

  His hand sought for his phone in the last moments of bewilderment, but recalled it had been taken from him when they brought him into custody, and so he sat, legs dropped over the edge of the cot onto the pool of blankets, hands sunk deep in auburn tresses as he breathed out a slow, steadying breath, desperate to shake this haunted feeling. 

#misplacedheroics #v; Parabellum #«💠» m; Seifer #:💠: ship - Forged in Your Flames (Seifer) #tw; Sinful #//Woo! #//First it's weird #//then it's sexy #//THEN IT'S WEIRD AGAIN #//what a rollercoaster

[xkuja]

👙 What is your take on sexy characters?

|| OOC HOT TAKES ||

👙 What is your take on sexy characters?

   I write a girly-faced lipstick man in a thong and thigh-highs, what do you think my take is?

#|| Is this Memes || #they're alright I guess #but I think hojo is sexy so what do I know #misplacedheroics

[sunny-explosions]

One headcanon each for the 📂 past, 📂present, and 📂 future.

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

Past - Selphie knocked her first tooth loose when she wasn’t paying attention and tripped running up the path to the orphanage from the beach one afternoon, faceplanting at the top of the stairs. She did find it quite entertaining (once she stopped crying) that she could wiggle it with her tongue, until it finally fell out a couple days later.

Present - While she was never formally trained to play, Selphie did eventually take an online course in her downtime to learn how to properly tune a piano, just so she didn’t have to keep calling someone else whenever the one in the Quad needed it.

Future - Throughout her late teens and early twenties, she always had thoughts of what she would do once SeeD no longer needed her, or when her tenure had simply run its course and it was time to move on to something new. Becoming an instructor seemed the most likely, since she always loved her Gardens and wanted to give back as much as she possibly could, and professionally organizing events like her Garden Festivals sounded quite fun, too. There were plenty of opportunities available to her if she ever needed to turn to something else.

But nothing quite compared to how happy she was when she could finally be called Mom.

#headcanon #tbh the future one is kinda verse dependent #because she doesn't necessarily HAVE to have kids in every case #but when she does; it's her favorite job of all~ #misplacedheroics #ask

[shockwavepulsar]

Happy Birthday Syn!!!

@misplacedheroics You have been such a wonderful person and a wonderful writer throughout the years I have experienced with you. I truly cherish discussing FF8 lore with you, indulging in theories, and swapping headcanons. I love that you are just as passionate about Seifer as I am. (Even though I RP Quistis, Seifer is technically my favorite FF8 character). I have loved seeing the way you developed him throughout the years and how you have overcome so much and grown so much. I’m just so proud of you and happy for you and I hope you have a wonderful birthday and that you feel better soon!! Thank you for being you! ♥ ILY!!!!!!

#misplacedheroics

[taciturnrebel]

              Send me 3 names and I’ll tell you who I’d marry, fuck and kill

@misplacedheroics​                             hojo  ,  roche  ,  don corneo 

“Better get this over and done with, I guess. Fuck Roche because he’s the least terrible option, marry Corneo and take all his money, then kill him along with Hojo.”

#syn the sadist everyone #ASK : ( you've reached squall leonhart ; please never call again. ) #misplacedheroics